With laziness indelible and inherent
The pitch brutes lived
At the end of the whip
Disarming them of bows
And poisoned arrows
A lifetime of penitence
Follows the lost battle
Infusion of their poisoned blood
Spirals into societal decay

The sobs of the defeated
Became a painful roar
Longing for a painless death
Became their vision of heaven

Resolved to avenge the deaths
Of those killed tribesmen
Set themselves ablaze
To avoid captured humility
European death revealed mortality